Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity, For Wise Men Say It Is The Wisest Course.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.